Chapter Sixteen
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Keep watching the clouds until you see moonlight shining through.
“We need to talk.”
Rui was lying on top of Wolfe like a second layer of skin, bonelessly replete, her barely-there curves snugly fitted to his hard edges and planes.
She was unfathomably happy. Delirious with joy. Or perhaps endorphins from her seemingly never-ending orgasms. She was definitely delirious withsomething.
Even now, he remained within her, his big bad wolfie sword clenched jealously in her sheath.
She shook with a barely suppressed giggle, smothering her face into the crook of his neck to keep it from bubbling out, in the process snuffling up his drugging male scent.
Now she knew what Ere was going on about. Sword in sheath indeed.
She heartily concurred. She wanted to keepthissword, Wolfe’s sword, always close, always within reach. Preferably, always inside her. Only to be unsheathed when she wanted to polish it with her tongue and lips.
She quaked again with mushy mirth and couldn’t contain a snort.
Wolfe shifted his head to the side to look down at her.
“Did you hear me, little one? Is aught amiss? You are shaking.”
She darted her tongue out to lick his throat, tasting the salt of his male skin and unique musk. Smoky and addictive. He was utterly delicious.
“I love your sword, wolfie,” she mumbled. “I want to keep it. I’d polish it ten times a day. It’s magical.”
He was silent for a few moments, processing what she said.
“How do you know about the magic?”
She wriggled a bit on top of him, clenching her luxuriously sore core muscles around his thick staff, still mostly hard. She loved the feeling of being full like this.
Full of Wolfe.
“I benefited from its sorcery, haven’t I?” she said. “And now it’s mine forever. You promised.”
His chest depressed with a release of breath. He shook slightly beneath her with low, rumbling laughter.
“Ah. You do not refer to my dragon-slayer sword. But rather the sword within your sheath this moment.”
“I don’t know,” she muttered beneath her breath. “Thissword sure slayedthisdragon most thoroughly over the past half hour.”
“What’s that, little one?”
She kissed and nuzzled his jaw, his beard tickling her nose.
“Nothing, big wolfie. Just happy.”
A strange sort of tension entered his frame, tightening his muscles into stone.
“Rui,” he said solemnly, his tone making her worry.
“We need to talk.”
“Okay. Talk,” she invited, snuggling as close as possible, though she was already as close as could be.